have the rest, Darry. How does it taste?"

Dave shut his mouth tightly, but Greg held his nostrils. The
instant that Darrin opened his mouth for air Holmes rammed in
the piece of sod. Then he jumped up, retreating.

It was now Dave's turn to jump up and work vigorously getting
the stuff out of his month.

"Tastes immense, doesn't it, Dave?" called Holmes tantalizingly.

No answer in words came from Darrin, but he suddenly wheeled,
charging straight at Greg. Doubtless the latter would have gotten
out of the way safely, but that Dick thrust out a foot, tripping
Dave as he bounded by.

Darrin came down upon his knees. The hotheaded youth was now
very close to being angry in earnest.

"Hold up, Dave!" Prescott advised. "You started it, you know.
You will have to show that a joke is just as funny whether it's
going or coming."

"That's right, old chap," agreed Dave, halting and beginning to
cool. "Greg, come here and shake hands."

"You shake hands with Tom," Holmes retorted suspiciously. "I
appoint Tom my substitute, with full powers."

"I'd sooner fight Tom than you," mused Dave, gazing down at Reade,